Have you ever had your Dad drive so slowly on the motorway that you get fined for driving to slow? Well, guess what, that’s exactly what my Dad does.
There we were driving at a snails pace on the motorway. “ Dad can’t we go any faster. There was no reply. “oh, please.” “Be quiet, will you” my Dad barks. There’s alot of hooting and shouting from behind us. I can’t bear it. I turn around just once and my mouth falls open. There’s a long queue of cars about a kilometre long. I quickly duck my head down in embarrassment. “ Dad, we’ve just started a traffic jam.” “ What” my Dad shouts. He turns around and his eyes bulge. Then we hear it. A police siren. It gets louder ad louder. I can see the police car now. It gets closer and closer. It finally stops beside our car. “ Please pull over” says a boisterous voice. My Dad quickly drives over to the side of the road. A policeman hops out of the car. “I’m going to have to fine you for driving too slow.” A smile plays across his face. “In the future please drive a little faster.” He hops back in his car and drives off. Then we hear it. A clear voice of laughter. Then another. Then another. Then another. We were the laughing stock of the motorway.
My Memoir
Have you ever had your Dad drive so slowly on the motorway that you get fined for driving to slow? Well, guess what, that’s exactly what my Dad does.
There we were driving at a snails pace on the motorway. “ Dad can’t we go any faster. There was no reply. “oh, please.” “Be quiet, will you” my Dad barks. There’s alot of hooting and shouting from behind us. I can’t bear it. I turn around just once and my mouth falls open. There’s a long queue of cars about a kilometre long. I quickly duck my head down in embarrassment. “ Dad, we’ve just started a traffic jam.” “ What” my Dad shouts. He turns around and his eyes bulge. Then we hear it. A police siren. It gets louder ad louder. I can see the police car now. It gets closer and closer. It finally stops beside our car. “ Please pull over” says a boisterous voice. My Dad quickly drives over to the side of the road. A policeman hops out of the car. “I’m going to have to fine you for driving too slow.” A smile plays across his face. “In the future please drive a little faster.” He hops back in his car and drives off. Then we hear it. A clear voice of laughter. Then another. Then another. Then another. We were the laughing stock of the motorway.
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